My Grandma’s Magic

by Jason B. Crawford

I believe in the hands that cook my food. The calluses that scrape the pot clean. The soft and gentle mouthed hallelujah, with its stubborn oak base, grandmothers with their kitchen-wands and their broomstick dusting the floor all with flour and magic. I believe in the first spell, enchanted from the cookbook, the digging into the animal until it is all ready to be served. There are only so many ways to prepare a hog and yet I stay amazed at how you continue to find new ones. Everything is flavor for a witch’s brew, even the skin, even the marrow, even the tongue.

Jason B. Crawford (They/He)was born in Washington DC, raised in Lansing, MI. Their debut chapbook collection Summertime Fine is out through Variant Lit. Their second chapbook Twerkable Moments is due from Paper Nautilus Press in 2021. Their debut Full Length How we Fed the Hunger will be out in 2022 from Sundress Publications.

Poetry, Spilled InkHooligan MagazineMay 17, 2021Jason B. Crawford